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I'm not sure why I felt like writing such a long story about the daughter of a one-line hobbit from the LOTR appendices, but so it goes. Here's the first chapter. I'm not quite sure about the second chapter so I'm keeping it to ferment for a couple days. Hopefully it won't grow too much more worldbuilding because it's got more than it needs of that already.

There and Back Again to Norbury of the Kings.
Three hundred years after Angmar first arose in the North-kingdom, the successor kingdom of Arthedain still stands against the Witch-king of Angmar, though Rhudaur and Cardolan have fallen.

Not that the war bothers Marcho’s daughter Bagmē Blōma, half-Fallowhide, half-Harfoot, fifteen years old and all opinions. She’s got other things on her mind.

Once upon a time, JRR Tolkien wrote a fairy-tale retelling, an attempt to reconstruct an alternative version of the ancient poem called Beowulf*, and he called it Sellic Spell: 'strange tale' or 'wondrous tale'.

Once upon a time, on the long road home from the Lonely Mountain, Bilbo Baggins and Gandalf travelled with Beorn to his home and spent the winter with him before they crossed the mountains. On a winter's night while the snow fell, Beorn told a tale of his forebears.

The Wondrous Tale of the Bee-Wolf (8635 words, gen)

* flavoured with a 'foundling in a bear cave' plot device from Hrólfs saga kraka.

I DID manage to get my first FTH story written by the deadline. It's here :

Fear Fire Foes

The War of Wrath has been raging for thirty-five years. Now the Enemy has found a new strategy. He’s set a trap.

The request was for a hurt/comfort story with Elrond and Elros offering comfort to Maedhros and Maglor. It seemed to work out well enough in the end though I got stuck for ages. I may have maxed out on writing First Age Tolkien stories, at least for a while.

Then I wrote a surprisingly quick thing about a ghostly Boromir:

A Leaf of the White Tree
Boromir falls. The fate of everything he loves rides on Frodo's doomed quest: how can he leave, with so much left unfinished? Boromir's ghost watches as the War of the Ring blossoms into a peace that he had never really believed was possible.

It's been ages since I wrote more than 2000 words in a day!

Then I painted a couple of things. One was Fishguard Harbour, which I seem to have failed to photograph (yet). I should photograph that and make another post for it

And the other was this, which I call
The Opening of the West-gate of Khazad-dûm

Two young holly-bushes were planted either side of the new Doors. There was singing and dancing and drinking all night long, and lights like stars were strung along the valley to light the revels, until the Morning Sun came up and began to peer out of the East over the tops of the Misty Mountains.

I finished the thing! 8654 words, which is rather more words than I expected, but there you go.

Cornflowers in Belfalas
Celebrían comes to Imladris and meets Elrond for the first time. We all know that Elrond first saw Celebrían and loved her, but 'said nothing of it'. But how did things seem to Celebrían ? And how did things go, over a thousand years later, when Elrond finally told Celebrian that he loved her?

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Wrote a story about the founding of the Shire

The Wondrous Tale of the Bee-Wolf

Wrote a thing.Or 2.

Cornflowers in Belfalas : chapters 2 & 3

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